Dawn on the last full day. The 3rd Annual Isle of Wight Festival of Music 1970 had stopped being fun. It was now an endurance event for almost everyone there. It was a matter of pride now not to quit, to be able to say that you stayed there to the end, and that you survived it. That, and the fact that Jimi hadn’t played yet.
If it wasn’t for the lack of blood, I remember thinking to myself at the time, this scene could be mistaken for what was left of Robert E Lee’s army after the Battle of Gettysburg. It sure felt a bit like that.
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